Her previous home had a 1 year-old and a newborn baby, in an apartment. She is a 6 month old pug puppy. 'Nuff said, story over. Her owner was on his way to take her to the pound when a friend of my sister Deanna's intervened. My sister took her home and the rest is a blur of Littles begging, puppy cuteness weaving it's magic and perhaps a lapse in sanity. The first night the Little Girls called her Trixie. I hated it. We ping-ponged names back and forth until Izzy-Pug was shouted aloud. I loved it. She is a loving, playful little pup, and sweet with the Littles. Goo has been knocked down fewer than five times in the last 48 hours thanks to her paws ricocheting off his belly. She came to us with very good manners but we are making an effort to instill a few more. She is smart for an animal who seems to have the attention span of a gnat (possible??). She is adored in her new, forever home.
She looks like this 90% of the day. A total blur.
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